I feel blessed to have the kinds of friends I do, the friends who trust their hands to create new things and aren’t afraid to get a little dirty. My friends and I picked wine grapes a few weekends ago in hopes that those purple grapes would be crushed and fermented and transformed into lovely wines. It’s a learning process for us, and I think that’s the best part. Here is another look at the process so far, from harvesting of a second vineyard to crushing in friends’ backyard.
Let the crush begin:The cellar.Sweet, sweet nectar.Pulling these little guys out. It’s gross, but someone’s gotta do it. (And you’re right, it wasn’t me).The final step. Beer in one hand. Smile on the face. A happy winemaker.
WELCOME!I’m Lauren — a gentle wanderlust who lives in a little valley nestled between Sacramento and San Francisco. I embrace life’s littlest and most poignant moments, and share them here.
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